Living With Dyslexia - Through Dyslexic Eyes.

See the world through a dyslexic eyes, the mess of words my brain cannot make sense of, the white paper shining like the sun swirling words I can't understand. my light-sensitive eyes hurt as gaps getting bigger,  I try to re-read my scrambled words that some how made sense to me before. Laughter that only I can hear, tells me your thoughts will never be  heard on a piece of paper as long as he who named dyslexi1a has got hold of me. I just want to sit down and read a book and see life through somebody else's eyes, but he stops me. No more I say, no more. I will control you, I will control me.